Argentina

Backed up flat against the wall
Comping chords while nations fall
Can't run but I might crawl

I hear Argentina call
Like an arrow right through my soul
Shot from way way down below
Repression or security
Which is which and who is free

I don't know should I go
Should I go down to Argentina
Should I go pack and blow
Should I go or hold till tomorrow

Everything seems so double damn sure
That they alone see the larger picture
They must know something I don't get to know
Some private snapshot of the future
To justify all the shame and death
Might as well just save their breath
The cynical left or the cynical right
Both sides spoiling for a fight

Is everything relative from top to toe
Could be true but I don't think so
Or could it be I need more perspective
To find the high in so much low

I don't know should I go
Should I go down to Argentina
Should I go pack and blow
Should I go or hold off
Bless my soul let it roll
Eh la vas roll away to Argentina
Let it roll should I go
All the way down down on down below